Seven years to be exact..

I saw her the other day. It’s been a while since I had seen her… seven years to be exact.

I never thought I’d see her after that trial that cost me my job. She wasn’t there that day; I guess you could say she was like a “lucky charm” for me in all my cases, maybe that’s why I lost that case. She’d always be there with a smile and a witty remark if I needed one, and if I was sad, she’d sit and cry for me. She was my best friend. “Was” being the key word in this sentence. We lost contact for seven whole years after all.

I wondered if she’d remember me, I doubted that she would though, I had changed a lot, and she had too. She looked a good bit different; she looked more like a mature woman then a spunky little girl now. Her once girlish and small body was replaced with that of a woman’s, curved and fleshed out. Her normal purple outfit was replaced by a full violet kimono that was draped neatly on her body.  Her face looked more motherly, kind, gentle and calm, rather then her round, cheerful with a youthful and mischievous smile. Her hair was still the same raven black as before, and it framed her face nicely. The one thing that changed most, were her eyes. They looked, lonely, like they wanted something…or someone.  

I had changed too, without a stable job; I’ve been neglecting my appearance for a good while. I had defiantly gotten older, but I don’t think that showed too much on the outside. I dressed different, sloppy and I had even grown a bit of a beard before Trucy yelled at me to shave it off, so now I had stubble on my chin. I wore a hat over my trademark “porcupine” hair style. I doubt she’d recognize me without that.

I noticed her while she was walking down the street talking on her phone. I noticed the unmistakable “Steel Samurai” cell phone strap and purple phone combination. Her voice was more grown-up, and tried to sound cheerful, but I could see that something was weighing her down, something very heavy.

She was laughing at something the other person said on the other line, I wondered what it was. She used to laugh at nearly anything she could find something funny in. I remember her making jokes about my hair, my actions in court, anything. She’d be there for me, making me smile when I needed it most.

I missed it. I missed it so damn much.

I was so compelled to run up to her and hold her close to me, and tell her how much I missed her, how sorry I was for leaving her for seven full years, how much I loved her.

I loved her.

I watched her walk past; she looked at me, like she was trying to remember something. She smiled and shook her head, then started talking on the phone again. I stared at her from behind her. I said nothing to her.

I started to cry that day. It had been a long while since I’ve cried by myself…Seven years to be exact…